Football God.

Verbal agreements are always difficult to put on paper. Heinrich knows that Guardiola wants to establish that Barcelona's future is in La Masia, and Heinrich also wants to maintain his future in the youth training. on, so the two sides hit it off.

And all of this didn't alarm anyone. The coaches of both sides also knew that if they met on the field in the future, it would be normal for them to fight each other to the death.

It's just that there are some things, only interests, no feelings.

After Guardiola left, Heinrich exhaled and rubbed his forehead.

Bertram walked up to Heinrich at the right time and stretched out his hand to help Heinrich press his temple, but Heinrich didn't have the panic that his life was being grasped by others, but relaxed and relaxed. Sitting on the sofa, his voice was light: "Football now is more and more like a business."

If there is interest, join forces.

If there is no interest, break up.

Perhaps fans remember the hatred between clubs more deeply, but for the club, especially the top management, what they want is better results, so that they can move forward in the current market.

Jin Yuan era... ah.

Without this premise, Heinrich would not be able to form the current White Rose Army, but similarly, with this premise, Heinrich cannot completely follow his own temper for many things.

Cooperating with a La Liga team... sounds like a fantasy, but now that there is a beginning, Heinrich knows that there will be a lot of time in the future to confirm the correctness of this choice.

But it's a win-win deal, and overall it's pretty good.

Money, people love and hate.

Without staying in the room much, Heinrich quickly went to an entertainment room next to the restaurant, and there would only be three people there today.

Heinrich, and Mourinho.

Neither of them bought a live ticket, but chose to watch the live broadcast here.

The reason Heinrich didn't go was that he didn't want to be too noticeable, or rather, to distract a certain gentleman.

Mourinho's reasons are not the same as his. They will be chased by cameras no matter where they are. This time is different from the Europa League final. The Champions League final is where the eyes of the whole of Europe are focused. Caught after the game.

Mourinho has his own way of attracting attention, or in other words, he is born to be a luminous body, and he is happy to be the focus of everyone's attention.

But at this time, the transfer market is about to open, and Mourinho decided to keep a low profile.

"Guti went to see the scene?" When Mourinho saw Heinrich coming in, he raised his eyebrows and raised his wine glass.

Heinrich waved his hand. His body may be able to bear red wine, but he is a little intolerable to wine with higher alcohol content.

Although her health is better now, the amount of alcohol she can't drink at all has not changed at all. She doesn't want to influence his judgment on this game because of the influence of alcohol.

Taking a glass of water, Heinrich sat next to Mourinho: "He wants to go back to the Bernabeu, whether it is a player or an audience, he wants to go back and see."

Mourinho didn't speak, but Heinrich could feel the helplessness of this man.

Maybe Mourinho really wants Guti?

Heinrich didn't ask, but said with a smile: "After this game is over, it's time for the World Cup. Jorge said that he will act with you."

Mourinho snorted softly: "Of course he is with me."

Heinrich took a sip of water, looked at the pre-match warm-up screen on the screen, and smiled: "In any case, this game is a victory for Real Madrid."

Mourinho glanced at him: "How to say?"

"If Manchester United wins, next season Real Madrid's new players will bring their own champions. If Bayern wins, it means Real Madrid's old players will shine at the Bernabeu. Anyway, they have something to do with Real Madrid."

Mourinho rolled his eyes in a rude manner: "If I could come one season earlier, I would definitely keep Robben." His voice paused, "And Sneijder."

Heinrich fell silent, just smiled, lowered his head and took out his phone.

After warming up, Ronaldo sat in the locker room with a towel on his head to block the voices of his teammates. He could hear himself panting.

This is a Champions League final, and it is also my last chance to fight for the championship for Manchester United in Manchester United!

Although the Red Devils of this season are still strong, perhaps because of the comparison with another pure white army, the achievements of the Red Devils seem a little underwhelming.

The league collapsed and the cup was defeated. It can be said that Ferguson and his disciples put all their treasures on the final of the Champions League.

Against Bayern, Ronaldo is somewhat confident. The recent Bundesliga giant has just come out of the precarious situation, but the financial burden in the team has not been relieved, the lineup is not completely neat, and there is a new coach. This is not a complete Bayern.

However, the current Manchester United is the complete Manchester United!

What really makes Ronaldo feel entangled is because this time the final home game is the Bernabeu, and it is certain that it will be his home game next season. For Ronaldo, this is a key battle.

Win, repay the teacher, please the fans.

If you lose... you lose everything.

Rooney sat next to Ronaldo, looked at his friend with some concern, and put his hand on his shoulder: "How are you?"

"Not bad." Ronaldo will not pass his nervousness to Rooney, and there is even a smile in his voice.

Rooney was easily fooled by Ronaldo, and ran to chat with Giggs with a smile, but Ronaldo took out his mobile phone.

Press to turn on the screen, lock it again, and continue to press and turn on.

Back and forth, I don't know what I was thinking, but at this moment, the screen suddenly flashed, and there was a short message on it.

Heinrich: 'Go for the game. '

Ronaldo was stunned for a moment, he was almost in a hurry to hold the phone steady, and then he replied: 'Have you come to see it? '

Heinrich: 'Watching the live broadcast, in the hotel not far from the stadium. '

Ronaldo: 'Oh. 'This person didn't show up, Ronaldo really felt a little lost.

Heinrich: "Jose is next to me, you know, next season he will be your coach, I will help you say good things, I hope you will not live up to my expectations. '

Heinrich originally meant to tell Ronaldo, I will help you build a good relationship with your future coach, but Ronaldo only saw one sentence.

I'm in the hotel and Jose is next to me.

Even though he knew that Heinrich didn't mean that, but Ronaldo lost his entanglement for a moment, and just poked the phone screen: "I'll find you after the game, where is it?" '

Heinrich: 'After the game, don't you have a celebration party?Moreover, if Manchester United loses, you don't come to me. '

What Heinrich means is that if Manchester United loses, Ronaldo will disappear immediately. Even if Manchester United fans liked him before, they will feel disgusted with him.

Not being there when we won together, that is humility, it is a debt to the fans, it is a sustenance of love.

But if you are not there when you lose and carry it together, then you have not taken responsibility.

The two things are very different consequences.

Just listening to Ronaldo's ears, endless fighting power was ignited on his body.

Ronaldo: 'I'll go find you after the celebration, I promise. '

Heinrich: 'Okay, I'll wait for you. '

Putting the phone away, Ronaldo took off the towel on his head, took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, took the shin guard with his backhand, and stuffed it into the socks.

The tension just now seemed to disappear all of a sudden. Ronaldo lifted his chin slightly and reached out to grab Rooney. Before Ferguson came back, the two seemed to be plotting something.

Heinrich didn't know how the friendly conversation he had just had had on Ronaldo. He chatted with Mourinho peacefully.

In fact, for Heinrich, these two teams are half of his home team.

The family members of Manchester United players (x) and the experience of Bayern's assistant coach made Heinrich feel that he doesn't care who wins or loses, and he also wants to send blessings.

This feeling makes Heinrich calm, and when he meets Mourinho's eyes, he can also look happy: "The wait is always long, but I am sure this will be a good game."

Mourinho looked him up and down, and then said slowly: "I didn't believe that you would have a lover, after all, your family..." Mourinho pouted, he didn't like nobles, But the Portuguese coach knows how to hide this feeling, "It's a bit different, I even think your so-called ring is just a means to stop the mad bees and butterflies."

Heinrich was a little helpless, did he look like such a dishonest person?

"But now, I believe you are in love." Mourinho glanced at Heinrich, "You just smiled like a peacock with its tail open."

... Dear Mr. Mourinho, where did you learn such a sharp metaphor?

"When was your child born?"

Heinrich was taken aback by Mourinho's words, obviously he never thought that this person would mention the unborn child.

But the bad-tempered head coach was a little impatient with Heinrich's silence: "It's been a few months since you said you would have a child, what? Are you lying?"

Heinrich suddenly felt that this man actually had a good heart under his bad mouth.

Otherwise, Mendes probably wouldn't have been the exclusive pasta chef for him for so long.

With a smile on his face, Heinrich's expression was gentle: "Come on, he might be a World Cup baby."

The World Cup...that means the birth is less than a month away.

I really pick my time.

"Boy?" Noticing Heinrich's subject, Mourinho raised his eyebrows, "Obviously he will be a little gentleman with blond hair."

Heinrich smiled and shook his head: "No, that cute child must be black-haired, I have no doubt about it."

Little Mr. Chris, will naturally look exactly like Big Chris... But maybe I have to think about how I will explain a copy-and-pasted child after that.